It could not be said that Meng Zhao was sinister. Since he had already decided to do this, he naturally had to choose a reason more favorable to himself, one that could create greater value. Besides, Ji Rushuang had the identity of a member of the Dan Chi Clan.
Sure enough, the moment Ji Rushuang heard Meng Zhao say this, she was moved beyond measure, her eyes brimming with tears. If she had not already been married and carrying a child, she would surely have thrown herself into Meng Zhao's arms.
This was not difficult to understand. Ji Rushuang was, after all, a woman. So long as there was nothing wrong with her heart, a woman would naturally like men. And men with conditions as rare as Meng Zhao's were scarcely disliked by any woman who had met and interacted with him. Ji Rushuang was naturally no exception.
Taking another step back, Meng Zhao had helped Ji Rushuang when she was at the lowest and most helpless point in her life. It was easy for gratitude to turn into affection.
The pity was that Meng Zhao stood too high above her. Ji Rushuang knew she was unworthy of him, so she did not indulge in such fantasies.
Moreover, the Liu Family had now been wiped out, and she herself was alone and helpless. All she wanted was to settle down first, safely give birth to the child in her womb, and then seek vengeance. The feelings between man and woman were no longer important to her.
And Meng Zhao's words showed great concern for her physical condition. Whether intentional or not, they filled her with gratitude.
This was judging deeds, not hearts. If one judged hearts, no one in the world would be perfect.
As the two spoke, the Bald